"There's… a device used for detecting clones." Drake managed to cough out.
Even though the flames around his leg had died down, the smell of burnt flesh still filled the room. "It's under the drawer."
Azel gave Lorraine a glance.
She nodded. The young woman moved toward the drawer, her boots scraping softly across the floor.
She crouched, took a deep breath, and opened the first drawer.
It was empty.
Her jaw tightened.
She turned her head sharply toward Drake, her eyes filled with hatred. "Empty."
Drake flinched under her glare, his burnt leg twitching. "S-Second one," he said quickly, eyes wide, sweat dripping down his forehead.
Lorraine didn't hesitate.
She yanked the second drawer open…
… and gagged instantly.
A wave of rot hit her in the face like a slap. The stench was thick, crawling down her throat.
It took all of her willpower not to drop onto her knees.
The drawer was filled with… ears.
Dozens of them.
